A show in two weeks and he was far from satisfied with the prints he'd pull together thus far. He had already made three trips into the Hoh Rainforest in the Cascades trying to complete the droplet series in his "Phases of Water" exhibit, and it's all so ordinary. Everything had the flavor of a magazine spread and not even a good magazine at that! The series lacked that certain something that sets a spread apart. He had hopes for this show and he saw them slipping by. The Portland buyer's expectations were very clear. He wanted "the allure of wetness'' and it just wasn't there. The damned Northwest rain - too hard or too soft, or just too damned gray - and he was running out of time. Until today, that is! Today was turning out just perfect.
His photographic philosophy requires that if he's anything, it's impulsive. He firmly believed that photographs were not created -- they happened, and the artist was someone who could see, recognize and capture. Anything else was pop, manufactured, screamed 'staged'. He worked his way through the city park full of flowering bushes, framing images and angles in his artist's eye. With a gentle rain, side sunlight, fast shutter, right lens, perfect timing his new D1X clicked and whirred at the speed of his imagination, capturing one perfect image after another. He felt that rare moment of relief and exhilaration. He had the perfect subjects in the perfect setting, patiently posing, not fidgeting, and bending just so lightly under the gentle rain: flowers at the peak of bloom kissed by a fine steady rain; droplets frozen in time on the pink and purple and yellow and white surfaces before they rolled down the perfectly formed pedals, splashing explosively on the bright green leaf surfaces. Click... whirr... click... whirr! The lens caught a sparkling drop cascading off the rim of his hat, contrasted to the off-focused reds, oranges, greens and blues of the flowers and leaves forming the hazy background.
This was perfect. Today wouldn't be measured just in 'keepers'. This was better than mere keepers! Oh, the Portland buyer's expectations will be more than met, but these photographs will more than meeting a buyer's expectations. These will be reputation shots. It rarely felt this good. It just couldn't get any better!
The park had been empty and he'd been so absorbed in his art that he didn't notice until the bright yellow image moved into the camera's panorama, breaking his concentration and instantly grabbing his attention. Dressed in a delicate yellow dress and matching cloak and cap, she looked almost elvin as she eased her bare feet through the wet grass, toes slowly pointing with each step in a gentle, ballerina's chasse. "She must have gotten caught by the weather while on an afternoon walk", he thought as he looked at her alluring beauty. Her cloak was fine and provided so little protection from the weather that if the rain wasn't this warm her delicate frame would be freezing. But it was clear she didn't mind the weather. No, just the opposite! She seemed to be thoroughly absorbed in the sensuality of her wetness as she slowly and delicately teased the droplets from the blades of grass with the gentle motions of her bare feet.
He quietly changed to his short zoom lens and focused as she gently sauntered to the edge of the pond, undid the clasp of her cloak and let it fall to the ground. He let out an audible gasp. With the shutter momentarily forgotten, his expensive camera was nothing but a scope to get a better view of her beauty. Zooming closer he was captured by the sheer wet dress that hugged her firm breasts, the clinging, yellow material serving to highlight her dark, taut nipples. She gently turned and he zoomed out as she stretched her arms downward, extending her leg in a perfect arabesque. Zoom closer. The sun silhouetted the taut definition of the muscles in her strong thighs as the fabric hugged her firm ass. She rose to standing and drew her leg around, and when she extended to the side in a perfect developpé he saw the shadows of her delicate muff through the translucent material.
He remembered the shutter and momentarily cursed himself. Pictures are captured and he had missed an exquisite sequence. Click... whirr... He wove his way through the tightly packed plants, totally absorbed in the beauty that filled his viewfinder. He captured a close-up of rain-kissed flowers with her unfocused yellow figure forming the hazy background. In her unfocused image he noticed the stark contrast between her dark hair, her white complexion, and her brilliant yellow dress. Refocus... click... whirr... her crystal clear physique framed by the blur of unfocused flowers... another study in sensual contrast. Zoom shot of her face and he caught the tiny rivulets as her saturated hair shed the excess rainwater across her soft complexion. Suddenly she turned, almost as if startled, and swiftly moved off into a thicket of bushes and was gone.
He sat there, squatting, not daring to move lest he be seen, holding his camera at her point of departure and praying for her return. His legs were tense as he squatted, stretching his jeans tight across his firm ass and strong thighs. The warm rain, flowed off the broad-brimmed hat that sheltered his camera, ran down his back. The flow streamed through his soaked shirt, under his belt and down the crack of his ass, momentarily chilling him as it gently licked the base of his scrotum before streaming back into the sopping material of his jeans. His eyes closed and his lips pursed as his attention was involuntarily drawn to the erotic sensations of the wet, sweet rain gently licking that most sensitive skin between his balls and his ass. He held the camera with one hand and reached with his other to stroke himself through the tight, wet pants. His cock grew in the tight space that instantaneously offered nowhere near enough room. He tilted his face toward the rain and the cool water continued to run down his back, a continuous stimulation of his ass in contrast to his steady stroking of his cock.
"Mmmmm, yes. I know how you feel," she said in a low, sultry, hissing voice.
His eyes snapped open and he swung his head. "I'm sorry. I.. I.. didn't think anyone was here. I was taking pictures of the flowers and the rain and..." He had no idea he'd been so absorbed in his own sensation that she had time to come around and upon to him unnoticed.
She put her finger to her smiling lips to hush him, then let her arm fall to her side and coyly tilted her face down, her eyes never leaving his as the rain dripped from her chin. "I hope you don't mind. You were in the background of...". She tilted her head slightly, brought her finger back to her still-smiling lips as her eyes glanced at his packed jeans. He got the message and silently returned her gaze. She had a soft complexion on a narrow, but strong face, and a sharp nose and mouth that seemed tiny compared to the hazel orbs that held him prisoner. Her hair was dark as night yet glistened as it caught the light in its wetness as the rainwater flowed through its tight, natural wave. He managed to regain his wits enough to partially raise the camera and point to it with a shrug, silently asking permission to continue taking his pictures.
"Of the flora," she asked, "or the fauna?" she added with a broad smile as she cupped her hands under both breasts and pinched each nipple between thumb and finger and cooed as she closed her eyes and tilted her face into the welcomed rain. After briefly enjoying the sensation on her nipples she brought her chin to her chest and locked her eyes wantonly on him.
"You're so beautiful that..." Her finger came back to her lips, eyes fixed and warm smile that held an unspoken promise. In a small, grassy opening between plants she stopped and posed, gently slid into first position, arms forming a heart as her finger touched, feet perpendicular, lips smiling, head tilted, eyes fixed. Click... whirr... click... whirr... She delicately shifted to second position smoothly moving her arms and legs, eyes focused to the ground, transitioned to third position, then fourth... click... whirr... eyes rising to recapture his as she finished in fifth position, eyes seeming to seek his approval. He exhaled a deep moan, like an animal that had been captured by alluring bait and was now held mercilessly knowing that in seconds the trap would be sprung. He looked on almost unbelievingly as her figure delicately encased in the revealing material danced elusively just out of his reach.
The soaked dress actually accentuated her beauty, her breasts, and the delicate musculature of her firm legs and taut ass. She accepted his appreciation with a delicate nod and curtsey that a ballerina would her audience, then turned toward the pond, nothing but the thin, wet dress providing the ideal accent to her perfect ass... click... whirr!
He framed and snapped as he followed her to the edge of the pond... there expecting her to turn back to face him... maybe strike another ballerina's pose. But never breaking stride (or stare) she reached the bank and proceeded, unabated, into the cool water. Click... whirr... She turned back to him a few steps later with the hem of her dress floating at her knees. After a brief pause in which he again savored her beauty, she slowly stepped backwards, stretching out one leg with each step. Pause! Then the other, one slow step at a time. The water slowly rose up her thighs. Click... whirr. Her dress streamed in her gentle wake, floating on the pond surface. Click... whirr. She continued, water rising and dress floating, legs covered in the cool darkness.
As the water reached the top of her thighs she slowly closed her eyes, pursed her lips, raised her hand and firmly pinched a nipple, making them both simultaneously even harder and more pronounced... zoom in. The afternoon sun prismed in the rain droplets that dripped from the tips of her rock hard nipples, both the one under her firm caress and the one pouting on its own. Click... whirr. Another step and the water reached her sensuous valley. She stopped, lowered her head, but not breaking her gaze, and her eyes bore hotly into his. Her other hand sensuously scooped water onto her breasts, which then flowed into the material covering her belly. As her hand slid down her abdomen, her long, sensuous fingers gently looped under her floating skirt and her fingers gently stroked her clit while the surface of the water lapped at her lips. An audible sigh escaped her and she breathed in deeply.
